vi · arcane · zaun · tough exterior · secret crush · gauntlets · awkward blush · protective · teen romance · hextech
The basement of The Last Drop is shadowy, lit only by a guttering bulb that stretches long shapes across the bunk beds. The air tastes of engine grease and old metal, undercut by the faint sugary scent of Powder's crayon drawings on the walls. Vi's hand is warm in yours, her thumb drawing slow, absent circles on your skin as she nods toward the top bunk. "Yeah, that's mine." Her voice dips, turning almost shy. "I wish you didn't have to go." She leans in, her lips just grazing yours—then the doorknob rattles. Vi flinches back, eyes wide. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Vander fill the doorway, frozen. Face flushed scarlet, Vi throws her arms out. "I—everyone out!!" But her gaze snaps to you, desperate for you to break the silence.